[Intro]Hey Walle, get on the phone man, call that nigga Meek MillTell that nigga Meek Mill get on the phone call that nigga BossTell Boss get on the phone, call that nigga French Montana manTell this nigga let me hold this beat too man, lego

Uncle Luke, you better that hoe,I’m the shit bitch and I know you smell that hoeBeat the pussy I swoll that hoeLick the cat and it ain’t … hoeCops be easy never wear that dopeYou from the Kim Cain nigga share that hoeReall nigga everywhere I goYou got one, you better mad that hoeShe got a fat monkey, a camel toeShe a meenie and she call me daddyoShe like it from the back, no paddy ohI’m from the …to her daddy knowI’m fresh as fuck, no flat topI got sit flops in that black dropI got green things in my backpackI’m thugging, welcome back PacI’m a mac nigga, no laptopMy bitch ass fat and no ass shotsShe get motivated when that cans dropDon’t call my bitch no stripper niggaShe’s an exotic dancer to twerk when you tip her, niggaAmber Rose ain’t got nothing on my lifeMade in good, ain’t got nothing on chinaAnd I ain’t no tiger, I ain’t no tigerMade in good, ain’t got nothing on chinaShit Japan ain’t got nothing on chinaWish that was me, nothing on chinaDamn, there I go againI ain’t tryna start nothing by speaking nothing on chinaDon’t stop, popping that, she pick it up and she dropping itI like red bones a little chocolateAnd I’m asap with that rocket listAnd I’m swagging and splashing and fucking these hoesI’m blowing that kush and it’s stucked in my clothesThey blowing my dick for that nothing they knowsThese niggas they know they can’t fuck with the flowMy mind be as cold, my bitches are hotWe walk in the club, she sneak in the GlockWe turning it up, off of peach and SirockWith bottles and bottlesLike when does it stop?With models and models they known to be fuckingShe say she a virgin I know that she bluffingI’m not gonna stuff…I turn on the oven and whoaaa!!!

Coke boy I like home boyI got a gold impala like gold boyTwerking it, working itLike waffle house I’m serving itThey play with it, I’m murking shit… you square niggas with your circle headAnd you don’t stop, what you twerking withAnd you don’t stop, what you twerking withAnd you don’t stop, what you twerking withAnd you don’t stop, what you twerking with